Sharing my poem

I wrote this poem ten years ago when I was forty. It's cute. Thought I'd share it with you all.

Reality Bites

I'm perplexed
Well hell, I'm vexed
I'm staring at the mirror transfixed
The image there surprises me
It's not a sex goddess of 23
Instead I see a forty year old
Strands of silver meshed in with gold

I must have smiled frequently
My crows lines are expressive of my geniality
My eyes come with luggage, fully packed
My breasts are compressed instead of stacked
But am I depressed, no siree
My husband has still got a thing for me

I may be forty but I can still jive
My husband is only 35.

Metamorphasis through Renovation

We have lived through a summer renovation. I have been teaching reflexology out of the basement for the last 5 years under less than ideal conditions but there were reasons not to tackle the expensive reno. And then last spring I had had enough. Life and business felt like it was in a holding pattern and I felt it was time to improve my work environment. We finished it last week and the change is already palpable. I have had a sudden increase in interest in my courses and more clients are booking sessions. Many of them don't know I have completed a renovation. I am attributing it to a positive change in energy, or a change in feng shui. The basement is now a wonderfully bright refuge for the kids and for work. I am looking forward to teaching in it. I must invite past students in to see the new space. It shows why so many decorating programs are on television these days. Your environment can affect your life so declutter and pretty it up.

Riding the Wave

I have always considered September the month that marks the beginning of my New Year. I don't know if it is because it is my birth month but pivotal things seem to happen to me a lot in September. The astrology reports for Virgo are astoundingly positive for the next two years. I am a devout follower of astrology when reports are good and I always shake my head when the reports are less cheery. Those are always meant for someone else. In any case, I must admit to feeling a sense of excitement and anticipation for the future. My gut tells me something good is going to happen. I will be happy with a lottery win or with a banner year for all reflexologists. As a community we are sensing good things to come. Our feet are planted firmly on the ground and so our heads are not in the clouds but looking straight ahead at a positive future. September 20 to 26 is World Reflexology Week. So if you haven't tried it you should. If it's been a while, maybe it's time to book a session. Pick up a book and read about it. Check out my website for more information if you like. www.suetoddreflexology.com

Hopefully your September will unravel in a positive manner. Love your feet to help achieve your feats.

Sue

Simple pleasures

I am always fascinated with how different people experience different pleasures. A great example is golf. So many people love this game. I would rather watch the grass grow and the paint dry. Here is a list of some of my simple pleasures.

* the first cup of coffee in the morning
* checking out the news of the day on my laptop
* walking my dog
* having a reflexology session
* receiving email
* getting regular mail in my mailbox
* yakking with a neighbour on the front porch
* a glass of wine
* spending time with friends
* watching any kind of creative process
* writing down my thoughts
* quiet conversations with my husband at the end of the day
* any smile from my kids

What are your small pleasures?

Blog preempted by summer

It seems I have been negligent in completing my weekly blogs. Sorry, the weather is decent so I am living life instead of commenting on it. I'll touch base again with all of my wonderful insights when the weather turns to cooler temperatures.

Take your shoes off and let mother nature perform some free reflexology on you. Enjoy summer while it's here.

Re energizing

Well, back from my first week of vacation. We spent it camping and for the second year in a row the weather chose not to cooperate. Lucky me, I am not dependent on outdoor activity to have fun. It was great to simply watch the woodpecker give himself a migraine, or to watch the chipmunks and birds taunt my poor Lucy. Happy hour was observed with an almost religious fervor and it was great connecting with friends from previous camping years. Of course, we managed to receive the news about Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson and of course a tip of the hat to Bud (a long time camper) who passed away this week as well.

Thanks to whoever invented puzzle books and sudoku. They came in handy this week. I feel somewhat re energized but I am also looking forward to more time off. Hey, is it happy hour again?

Disorganization or Dastardly Plot

If you looked at my office (also known as the family room) you would probably assume I was disorganised. I have marked ownership of one sofa with a plethora of books and papers all piled haphazardly over 2 cushions. My lap top tray is filled with smaller snippets of paper, the t.v. converter and anything else I deem essential. The thing is my area is actually highly organized (as long as my husband doesn't try to organize it). I know where everything is and what project is on the go at any given moment. Nothing irritates me more than pseudo organization. This is where an office or business will look organized on the surface but is actually a hotbed of disorganisation. I have been poked by frequent examples of this lately and of course they have to be linked to my phobia - the doctor's office. I went in for my physical like a brave girl and followed up after my blood work came back with some minor issues. Imagine my surprise when I was called 3 days later to go in again for another reason, and 3 days after that and again today. I have had more spikes in blood pressure occur from these calls then is necessary. I have to admit I lost it with the receptionist. She tried to tell me that all the lab reports come in separately. Doesn't it make sense to wait until they are all in before you call the patient? That would have been 4 separate visits back to the doctor. I am sure OHIP would have been billed for all of them. Is this disorganization or a dastardly plot. I just know I am debating call display so I can avoid their calls.